2. Whence the red in Thine apparel, and Thy clothes like those of a
wine-presser?
3. I have trodden the wine-trough alone, and of the nations no one
was with Me: and I trode them in My wrath, and trampled them down in
My fury; and their life-sap spirted upon My clothes, and all My
raiment was stained. 4. For a day of vengeance was in My heart, and
the year of My redemption was come. 5. And I looked round, and there
was no helper; and I wondered there was no supporter: then Mine own
arm helped Me; and My fury, it became My support. 6. And I trode down
nations in My wrath, and made them drunk in My fury, and made their
life-blood run down to the earth.